My kids are growing up and my memory is growing weak, and as I recount yet another sweet moment in our day to my Aunt Barb and Amy, we are once again laughing until we cry, and once again, Aunt Barb suggests I start writing these memories down before they are forgotten like so many others. So tonight I will start.
As Carter, the four-year-old, was getting ready for bed, and had just finished brushing his teeth, I suggested he try to go pee before bed. He replied that he didn't have to go, so, as I have done with all the kids, I said "try counting to 20" and if you haven't gone by then, then you can be all done. So Carter gamely started to count. "1...2...3...4...5...6...pause...Hey, how did that happen?!?!"
Another moment - Carter is in a ranting stage of life - if he is upset he rants about it. The kids had been fighting, mostly a tired Emma being too bossy, but enough was enough, so all the kids were sent in to get into their PJ's. Carter marched up to Amy`s living room, ranting - what she caught went something like this: "I hate having sisters that fight all the time - it`s no fair cause I always have to go to bed early!!"
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